[Lobelia isn’t the sort of man who will say no to an impromptu vacation. How did he get here? He hasn’t the foggiest, but the truth will reveal itself in time, won’t it? In the interim, he’s going to indulge in the sound of crashing waves and the cacophonous cry of seagulls overhead and sprawl out on the sandy beach. Watch your step and try not to trip right over him.
If you do trip over him, don’t panic! For a man who just got trampled on, he doesn’t seem the least bit displeased, his smile wide and amiable.]
Mistakes happen, non? Please don’t worry about it. I myself can't imagine making such a blunder, but none of us are infallible.
A SHELL OF A GOOD TIME
[What could be better than a beach rife with a plentitude of beautiful shells? At some point, should you step foot on the beach, you’ll no doubt come across Lobelia digging through the shallows to unearth a collection of spiraling conch shells.
Seeing a stranger on the horizon, he waves them over with a broad, childlike grin plastered on his face.]
You there! Step closer, s'il te plaît.
[What does this overly friendly man and his collection of conches want with you? Well, indulge him with your company and you’ll soon find out.]
SEAGULL
[Hey man, heard you were rooming with Lobelia. Sorry for your loss.
He’s tickled by the fact that a room meant for four only houses two beds, but that’s a problem easily solved, surely. Bringing a hand to his chin, Lobelia appraises the room with a curious hum.]
One or two of us may find ourselves sleeping on the floor... but if you prefer to share a bed, I don’t particularly mind. Tell me, do you toss and turn in your sleep?
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[Lobelia isn’t the sort of man who will say no to an impromptu vacation. How did he get here? He hasn’t the foggiest, but the truth will reveal itself in time, won’t it? In the interim, he’s going to indulge in the sound of crashing waves and the cacophonous cry of seagulls overhead and sprawl out on the sandy beach. Watch your step and try not to trip right over him.
If you do trip over him, don’t panic! For a man who just got trampled on, he doesn’t seem the least bit displeased, his smile wide and amiable.]
Mistakes happen, non? Please don’t worry about it. I myself can't imagine making such a blunder, but none of us are infallible.
A SHELL OF A GOOD TIME
[What could be better than a beach rife with a plentitude of beautiful shells? At some point, should you step foot on the beach, you’ll no doubt come across Lobelia digging through the shallows to unearth a collection of spiraling conch shells.
Seeing a stranger on the horizon, he waves them over with a broad, childlike grin plastered on his face.]
You there! Step closer, s'il te plaît.
[What does this overly friendly man and his collection of conches want with you? Well, indulge him with your company and you’ll soon find out.]
SEAGULL
[Hey man, heard you were rooming with Lobelia. Sorry for your loss.
He’s tickled by the fact that a room meant for four only houses two beds, but that’s a problem easily solved, surely. Bringing a hand to his chin, Lobelia appraises the room with a curious hum.]
One or two of us may find ourselves sleeping on the floor... but if you prefer to share a bed, I don’t particularly mind. Tell me, do you toss and turn in your sleep?